The Wawanakwa Tales
Disclaimer: The rights of Total Drama Island belong to its distributors; Teletoon, Cartoon Network, Fresh TV, and Cake Entertainment. The characters of Chris McLean, Chef Hatchet, Josh, and the thirty-eight original contestants of the first five seasons belong to the aforementioned companies.
Oh, and I am writing this purely for entertainment and no monetary gain.
Author's Note: Thank you, everybody, for reviewing last chapter. I appreciate it. Anyway, I apologize for the long wait for an update, but finals have just ended, so now I can put my focus on updating this story. Also, I am now half-way through my high school career. Two years down, two to go. God help me...
So who do you think the murderer is? After this chapter, all of the suspects will be posted in the poll, and as new suspects are brought to attention, there will be new options added.
I want to give credit to Jamie for coming up with all of the last names and a few plot points here and there, such as the addition of Lightning as a suspect.
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Chapter Two: Breaking Mad
(Flashback - Last Night, Katie's Kupcakes)
Lindsay leaned against the counter, drumming her fingers anxiously on edge of the cash register. She kept staring at the clock, as if waiting for something to happen. The clock read half past nine, and although it was only thirty minutes until closing time, to Lindsay it seemed liked an eternity.
Her tapping seemingly became louder, as it grabbed the attention of her boss. She smiled, but did not divert her attention from what she was doing.
"Have you got somewhere to be, Linds?" asked Katie who was counting coins in the tip jar. "You know, it's almost time to go anyway. I could just let you go now if you really want to."
"Really?" Lindsay asked excitedly. "That would be, like, so awesome!"
Katie nodded and smiled at her employee and friend. "Like, don't keep me in suspense. What's his name? ... If you remember."
"Now what makes you so sure that I'm meeting a guy?" Lindsay asked innocently. The blush on her cheeks was rivaled only by the color of her lips.
"Because I know you," Katie said, giggling. "Now come on, spill the beans."
Lindsay blushed an even darker red. "His name is Tyler and he is, like, so sweet. I met him at the sports store when I was buying some sports bras. He's nice, funny, and a super-hunk!"
Katie rolled her eyes in amusement. "Then what are you still doing here for?" she asked jokingly. "Go on, and then text me how it went!"
The blonde clapped her hands in excitement and quickly took off her apron and placed it on the appropriate hook. Seconds later, she was out the door. The sound of a car engine starting could be heard and this was soon followed by an abrupt screeching of tires on the road.
"I hope she doesn't get hurt again," Zoey said as she put on her denim jacket. "Don't you remember the last guy she went out on a date with? Where did she meet him, Match dot com?"
Katie nodded and shuddered in disgust. "Just be happy that he was some asshole cheating on his wife and not some psycho murderer."
"Good thing," Zoey said, laughing. "And isn't there some website already meant for cheating? Ashley something?"
"Ashley Madison," confirmed Katie, who had now finished counting the tips. "The only reason I know is because this Goth girl from my high school works there. She's one of the top developers."
Zoey raised an eyebrow. "Good for her... I think."
"Anyway," Katie said, putting on her sweatshirt. "Would you mind closing up? I've got to get home and feed my cat."
The redheaded girl nodded. "Sure thing. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Yup," Katie said as she headed out the door. "See ya."
Before she could lock up for the night, Zoey made sure to turn off all the lights and make sure no windows were open. When she was sure that her tasks were completed, she first locked the back door, the emergency exit, and finally made her way to the front door.
She walked out of the store and shut the doors. Before she locked them, she noticed a person standing on the parking lot, approaching her.
"Sorry," she said, "but we're closed for tonight. We open up at..."
That was the last thing Zoey said before a metal spoon was shoved into her eye socket.
Noah did not wait for his new partner to respond to his question; he walked over to the not moving corpse and bent down to examine it. He paused for a moment and then leaned in for a closer look. The dark-haired man gingerly reached into the jacket pocket of the deceased woman. He pulled out her medium-sized pink pocketbook and opened it; her student identification, debit card, and the cash she had on her, about fifty dollars, were brandished to the stoic detective.
He turned to face Eva, who had been watching Noah with curiosity, and said to her, "The motive was not robbery. Her cash and debit card were both still there."
"So you're telling me that this wasn't some mugging gone wrong?" Eva asked, although she already knew the answer.
"That's right," Noah said, sighing heavily. "This is some sick fuck who did this on their own accord."
Eva groaned and smacked her forehead. "Anyway, before we go visit any of those suspects, we should notify her family. Check her license for an address."
In the morning, on any normal given day, Zoey would have gone to school whilst her parents, who were both still working even in their older age, went to earn their daily bread. However, this was not any normal given day. Zoey had not returned home after going to school, and from there she went straight to work. Both had received text messages from their daughter explaining that she was to lock the store up. They became concerned when the hour became late, well after the shop had always closed.
Zoey's father, Stephan was pacing nervously around the room. When he nor his wife found any sign of Zoey returning home in the wee hours of the morning, they had called the police and filed a missing person's report. It had been a half an hour since Stephan made the call, and he was understandably very upset.
His wife and Zoey's mother, Patricia, wasn't much better off. Zoey was her youngest child, the runt of her litter of nine, so she was very protective of her last "baby". Her other children were either in college or had been out for some time. Patricia was tearing her hair out in anxiety over her missing daughter.
The knock at the door was an answer to their prayers.
Stephan answered the door in the blink of the eye and was relieved to see two detectives, Noah Britzman and Eva Vargra, as their identification indicated standing outside the door.
"Mr. Alvis," said Noah, who had a hint of regret in his voice. "I'm Detective Britzman and this is my partner, Detective Vargra. May we come in?"
"This is about our daughter," Stephan said hopefully. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Please, come in."
Patricia bit her lip in worry. "Tell us our daughter is alright, please!" she begged.
Before Noah or Eva replied, both of them took a seat on the couch, whilst Stephan and Patricia sat on two chairs facing the two detectives. Eva looked at Noah, who nodded as if he understood what she was trying to tell him.
"We're sorry to have to tell you this," Noah said, sighing lightly. "But your daughter's body was found outside her place of work and there are signs of foul play."
Stephan looked like he wanted to die.
"I cannot even begin to understand what you're going through right now," Noah said, offering a sincere look of sadness. "But for us to find the monster who did this to your daughter, we need to ask you two a few questions."
"We can do that," Stephan said as he pulled his wife's hand closer to his.
Noah pulled out his notepad and prepared to write down any important details. "When was the last time you saw or contacted your daughter?"
"Right before she left for school," said Patricia, who was trying her hardest to hold back tears. "When she works, Zoey w-would always go straight there."
"I sent her a text during the day, around lunchtime," her husband added in. His voice was now very weak. "I asked her what she wanted for dinner."
The detective nodded and wrote down the important details.
Eva cleared her throat and said, "Did she have any enemies?" she asked with a rather straight-forward tone.
Stephan was very taken back by her abruptness. "What? No, our daughter was loved by everyone she knew! She was sweet, and smart, and... oh God."
He broke down into tears and leaned onto his wife's shoulder for support. She was not in any better or worse shape, as tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks.
"What my partner means is," Noah said much more softly, "is do you know of anyone who might want to hurt your daughter? Did she ever have any problems at school?"
"There was the issue with the Thompson boy last year," Patricia answered as she dried her face with a tissue.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "Julius Thompson?" he asked.
"Yes," said Patricia. "He was caught using drugs and our daughter reported him. She... she always wanted to do the right thing."
"His girlfriend wasn't very happy about it either," her husband said weakly. "Her name is Anne Maria... I don't know her last name."
Eva and Noah stood up after finishing writing down the parent's statements.
"Thank you both for your bravery," said Noah. "We will contact you later on the matter. Call us if you remember anything else that might help us."
The grieving man acknowledged him with a respectful nod and stood up. He extended his hand forward, and Noah shook it, as did Eva. Patricia tossed her tissue onto the nearby side table shook the detective's hands after her husband. Eva quickly stood up and her partner followed. They walked over to the door and opened it, and finally walked out.
"Now, I'll repeat my question," Noah said. "Do we want to visit the cultist, the other shop owner, or the druggie?"
"Our biggest lead is on the kid and his girlfriend," Eva mused. "Let's go and make him answer a few questions."
Noah touched her shoulder. "Easy. If we're too rough, we can risk him not talking. We've got to be careful about this. Drug dealers and users can be very dangerous."
A man with orange hair let out a rather effeminate giggle as he prepared his bong for use. Thirty-year-old Scott Corrigan reached into the pocket of his worn-out jeans and pulled out a lighter. He also wore a dirty white tank top and nondescript boots.
"This is going to be an awesome trip!" he said, laughing.
A hand slapped the bong out of his grip, and before Scott could react in any way, the same hand slapped him in the face.
"Aah!" Scott screamed as he quickly bent down to retrieve his fallen bong. "Not cool, dude!"
"Really?" scoffed a man who seemed to be around the same age as Scott. "You're trying to get stoned now, right before a deal?"
Scott stammered nervously. "Um... I was just testing the product?"
"You're an even bigger idiot than I thought," he grumbled. "We're not even selling pot at this deal, we're selling that crystal we made."
"Come on, Duncan, what's a little kush going to do?"
Duncan Tice was a tall, muscular, and menacing man. He had several face piercings and a gauge on his left ear, and his black hair was buzzed. He wore a black t-shirt, the better to show off his sleeve of tattoos. His brown cargo shorts were very tattered, but his expensive-looking sneakers had not a speck of dirt on them.
"A little kush is fine... if you want to get yourself killed," snarked Duncan. "So if you want to kill yourself, please, use a gun or some shit. Leave me the shit, so I can sell it or smoke it... when I'm not on the damn job!"
Scott stood up and dusted himself off. He shot daggers at Duncan. "Okay, just relax, okay? I didn't even smoke any of it."
"Good."
Moments of silence passed before either of them said anything. Finally, Duncan blurted out:
"Anyway, what did you do with the body?" he asked casually, as if discussing the weather.
Scott shrugged. "I just left it there," he chuckled, "can't wait to see the damn thing rot."
Enraged at his partner's stupidity, Duncan's eyes widened. He groaned and smacked his forehead before smacking Scott too. "Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a baby? WHY would you leave the body?!"
"Um, because it was heavy..."
"They couldn't have been more than eighty pounds," Duncan grumbled. "That skinny weasel almost got us busted... and they paid... but we ain't taking the heat for this shit."
Scott rubbed the back of his neck, which was now dripping in sweat. "So are we going to the deal or the body?"
"The body, obviously," Duncan snarled. "I'll text Lightning and tell him the deal is postponed. He'll understand."
"You think so?" Scott asked as he grabbed his car keys.
Duncan nodded. "He's just a kid. It's not like he's going to do anything to us. So just take us to the body already. You better hope the WCPD isn't there already."
The two drug dealers quickly ran out of the house and slammed the door. Scott entered the old looking truck on the driver's side and Duncan on the passenger's. Quickly, Scott ignited the engine and slammed on the gas pedal and started driving towards their destination.
Julius Thompson, or as he liked to be called, "Lightning", was relaxing in his hot tub as he sighed in relief. He was young, just shy of his nineteenth birthday, and very muscular, which came from four years of being the star football player at his high school.
Although he was born in Canada, his ancestry came from Africa. He had a lightning bolt necklace around his neck. Whether he obtained the nickname due to the necklace or vice versa was unclear. He also had his nickname tattooed on his left forearm.
His phone buzzed and he reached over to the side table and grabbed it. He saw that he had a new text and his face lit up when he saw who the contact was. However, his smile faded when he read what the text actually said.
"Mother fucker!" he grumbled as he threw the cell phone against the wall.
A girl came from under the water, and she was very close to Lightning's lap. She wiped her mouth and said, "What's wrong, babe?"
"Duncan just told me we've got to wait a bit before the sha-deal goes down," he reported. "Something about personal business."
The girl, who looked to be the same age as Lightning, rolled her eyes, which were covered in mascara. She was Caucasian, but had darkish skin due to numerous spray tans, and black hair. She was wearing bikini shorts, but she was not wearing a top and her breasts were exposed. Her name as Anne Maria.
"You know Duncan, he'll give you the stuff," Anne Maria told him. "Whatever he's doing, you knows we shouldn't be getting mixed up in it. What if like, he stabbed a man?"
Lightning chuckled. "Come on, sugar, Duncan isn't about that. He's just a drug dealer, manufacturer, and user."
Satisfied with his reasoning, Anne Maria went behind her boyfriend. "You wanna have a go, babe?" she asked, rubbing her his shoulders.
Lightning shook his head. "In a bit, I've got to do some sha-business."
Anne Maria nodded. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."
The Italian-Canadian girl started walking into the kitchen to first get herself a drink, but stopped dead in her tracks when she looked out the window by the front door: a police car had pulled up in front of the house and two detectives were getting out.
"Lightning!" Anne Maria screamed, as she ran through the house, back to the hot tub. "Get the hell out of here! The cops are coming!"
"What did I do?" Lightning wondered, confused. His eyes widened suddenly and gasped. "Oh shit, they must be here for last night..."
Anne Maria's color faded from her face and she swallowed nervously. "That means we'd both be going to the big house."
The former jock quickly jumped out of the hot tub and took off his trunks. Even in moments of desperation, Anne Maria found herself staring at his manhood. He didn't bother drying off, he just slid on a pair of underpants and basketball shorts. He picked up a dirty t-shirt from the ground and put it on, and finally slid on a pair of soccer sliders.
While he did this, Anne Maria quickly put on a tight-fitting tank top and slid on a pair of denim short-shorts over her bathing suit bottoms, and quickly walked into a pair of sandals. The two of them grabbed their phones and made their way to the back window.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Anne Maria gasped in fear and tried to climb out the small window.
"Oh, maybe it's that pizza we ordered last night," he guessed as he walked towards the front door.
"That was last night!" Anne Maria screamed.
Lightning nodded. "So, then it's free now. Thirty minutes or less, my ass!"
He opened the door and frowned when he saw neither pizza nor delivery boy. "Yo, where's my pizza?"
Noah raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Julius Thompson?"
"I prefer 'Lightning'," said Lighting, who did jazz hands as he announced his nickname.
Not amused, Noah repeated, "Julius? We are with the WCPD, and we'd like to have a few words with you, if that's o-"
He paused when he saw Anne Maria desperately trying to get out of the window. "Is that a prostitute?"
"That's my girlfriend!" Lightning said defensively.
Eva shoved passed both of the men and stormed to where Anne Maria was.
"Okay, princess," she barked, "get out of the damn window and show me your hands."
Realizing she was beat, Anne Maria sighed and did as she was instructed. Eva inspected her and show no weapons were on her, so she frowned and said, "Go sit on the couch."
Noah nodded. "You do the same, Julius," he said.
The two lovers sat next to each other on the couch and faced Eva and Noah, who were standing on the opposite side of the coffee table.
"You two are familiar with a Zoey Alvis?" asked Noah, who clicked his pen.
Lightning nodded. "Yeah, I know that bitch. She... we used to go to school with her, why?"
"This morning, her body was found outside her place of work," Eva informed them, with a tone of anger. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
Shocked, Lightning didn't say anything, but only blinked.
"Mr. Thompson?" Noah asked, trying to get his attention. He snapped a few times before he was able to get his attention back.
"Sorry," Lightning apologized. "I was just a little sha-shocked. I knew her. I didn't like her, but I knew her. I mean... shit."
Eva clicked her pen and turned to Anne Maria. "Okay, what's your name?"
"I'm Anne Maria Sayers," she replied as she played with her hair. "I'm his girlfriend, not some cheap whore."
"And you were familiar with Zoey, too?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Anne Maria nodded. "Yeah, we used to chill. That was until... something happened."
"What happened?" asked Noah.
"It was nothing," Anne Maria said nervously. "Just some schoolgirl shit."
Noah shook his head. "Well," he said. "That's not what we heard. According to you boyfriend's police records and an anonymous source, your boyfriend was convicted of using performance-enhancing drugs and Zoey told the police."
Lightning sighed deeply. "Yeah, it's true. That dumb bitch cost me being on the team and my scholarship to the University of Mississippi."
"So you understand why we suspected you two in this act?" Eva asked angrily.
"Wait, that's why you two are here?" Lightning asked, chuckling. "Shit, well we both have an alibi."
Eva raised a brow. "Which is?"
"We got this older chick to buy us beer in exchange for a three way," Lightning told them.
Angry and embarrassed, Anne Maria punched her boyfriend on the chest. Her cheeks were now as red as her lips. "You idiot! Why would you tell them that?"
"Because I'm pretty sure underage drinking isn't as bad as murder!" Lightning snapped. "It's... not, right?"
Noah, although disgusted, managed to ask, "Who is this woman? She can confirm this story?"
"I don't know her name," said Anne Maria, "but she worked at that sex shop."
"Lovely," Noah grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Thank you for your time. If your story checks out, we won't bother you two anymore."
Eva scoffed. "What about their little drinking party last night? We have to arrest them."
"Come on, I'm on probation!" Lightning complained.
"They're in enough trouble already," Noah explained, "and besides, if they're telling the truth, then they helped out the WCPD. That's enough of a 'pass'."
"You're serious?" Eva grumbled. "Fine, let's just get out of here."
As they headed to the door, Noah called out to them, "You'll hear from us. If your story checks out, just try to stay out of trouble. And if it doesn't, then don't try to run, or you'll be in a lot MORE trouble."
Lightning and Anne Maria both nodded. With that, both Eva and Noah exited the house and made their way towards the car.
"Do you believe that story?" Noah asked his partner.
"She seemed slutty enough to have a three way," Eva explained. "But we're going to the sex shop anyway to make sure. Should we go there first or go to another one of the suspects?"
Noah shrugged. "We might as well get these two kids out of the way as soon as possible. Let's just go to the... sex shop."
An old red truck pulled into a driveway, where a white Prius was already parked. The house connected to the driveway seemed very nice-looking, except for the broken front window that stuck out like a sore thumb. Other than that, the house seemed rather ordinary.
Scott and Duncan exited the car and quickly walked over to the front door.
"You broke the window, you idiot?" Duncan scowled. "Why would you do that?"
"Um, because the door was locked," replied Scott. He rolled his eyes and jiggled the front door knob.
To his surprise and Duncan's anger, a light clicking sound was heard and the door slowly opened. Scott laughed and grinned sheepishly. He walked into the house while Duncan followed behind him, mumbling various curse words and idle threats.
"Where is it?" Duncan hissed. "On the roof for everyone to see?"
"No," Scott snarled, offended. "He's in the kitchen. He had a little... cooking accident."
Duncan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You know, sometimes I think that you don't... wait... he?"
The red-headed drug dealer nodded. "Yeah. That idiot that almost got us caught. I killed him, just like you said."
"HIM?" Duncan screamed, furious.
"... Was it not a him?"
Amazed at Scott's stupidity once again, Duncan kicked him in the balls. Scott moaned and fell to the ground.
"You're even more retarded than I thought!" he barked. "I told you exactly where this chick worked and what she looked like. And you kill some dude on the other side of town?"
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Scott apologized. "Just help me with the body, okay?"
Duncan groaned and stormed in to the kitchen where he almost threw up upon seeing the corpse.
A young teenager, who seemed to be African-American, laid on the ground. There was glass in his eyes from where his broken glasses used to be. His nose was broken and a bloody rolling pin laid on the ground next to him. His bloody sweatshirt said "Cameron" on the front. There were several stab wounds around his abdomen, but that wasn't the worst of it.
All but one of his fingers was missing and cut off, as well as all but one of his toes.
"You're one sick fuck," Duncan hissed. "What's wrong with just a bullet to the head?"
Scott raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who told me to make it look like someone else did it! So, I chose to frame that psycho nine cultist!"
"Do me a favor and tell me you are retarded," Duncan grumbled. "Because that would make everything make a whole lot more sense."
Ignoring the insult, Scott asked his partner, "So what do we do with the body?"
"Put it in the trunk and cover it with blankets," he replied. "We can dump it in Lake Wawanakwa."
The two men put on kitchen gloves that the boy thankfully had lying around and lifted his corpse and quickly ran outside. They were about to put it in the trunk, when a female voice screamed at them several times. Scott nearly lost his balance and almost dropped the body, but Duncan kept his cool until he saw who was screaming.
An overweight woman with brown hair pulled out a gun and pointed at the two men, yelling at them to stop. Although Scott and Duncan did not know her, she was a high-ranking official on the RCMP, Staci Andrews.
"RCMP!" she screamed. "Stop or I will shoot!"
Scott got ready to put his hands up, but Duncan had other ideas.
He pulled a pistol out from his waistband and fired his gun before Staci could even react. A loud thud was heard and Duncan and Scott watched as Staci's lifeless body fell to the ground. Scott gasped and stared as blood trickled from the gunshot hole on Staci's forehead and fell onto the sidewalk.
Duncan chuckled. "Looks like your little victim will have a travelling companion. Come on, help me with this quick."
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End of Chapter Two.
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Author's Note: Well, I hope that ending was sufficiently shocking. Staci was introduced as a major character and then was abruptly killed off. And if didn't catch it, the wrong victim killed by Scott was none other than Cameron. Nobody really liked him anyway, so I hope I won't get death threats for killing him.
Also, season six is starting on the 7th. That makes me very nervous, because I am going to assume that this season is either going to be really, really good or really, really bad. Here's hoping it won't be as bad as All-Stars was. Well, I'm going to try and be optimistic.
That ends another chapter in this story. Let me know what you think. Do you like the addition of Scott and Duncan as the third and fourth main characters? Their narrative purpose serves as a contrast to the order and lawfulness that Eva Noah provide with the chaos and crime that Duncan and Scott will bring.
Well, thank you for taking time to read this story!